Peace Came; As If By Right

We met him in the famous Galway city, he was from the beautiful Donegal town, his wife she must have been fair pretty, to get the spiritual wanderer to half-way settle down

He was so fond of working he forgot he had a wife, he took so strong to drinking he mistook it for a life, he had so strong a presence, peace came to him as if by right

He crossed the seas by boat to England, to use his trade he was London bound, he made himself a small monetary fortune, while his head all the while whizzed around

He was so fond of working he forgot he had a wife, he took so strong to drinking he mistook it for a life, he had so strong a presence, peace came to him as if by right

He built the fairground rides for Disney, with the skill of a man who knows the way, he sang beside the big star Lindsey, she was the love of his life, he loved her night and day

He was so fond of working he forgot he had a wife, he took so strong to drinking he mistook it for a life, he had so strong a presence, peace came to him as if by right

He knew it was the time to find the stillness, to stare out to sea from Sliabh Liag Cliffs, he was certain his wife was sure to leave him, yet, through his faithful presence, the peace still found him on that day

He was so fond of working he forgot he had a wife, he took so strong to drinking he mistook it for a life, he had so strong a presence, peace came to him as if by right

From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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in place of ether (the nine days of christmas day eight)

instances, moments, fleeting recollections, welcome feelings, suggestions of empathetic being

could I live with you, could I live without you; could i meditate and contemplate, alone by myself, or perhaps together, sometimes with you

light, dark, sun, rain, blue skies, cloud filled skies, bare trees, leaf filled trees, footpaths and journeys

could I feel you with your body, could I feel you without your body; could i stretch and curl, touch my own extremities, before becoming desperate to visualise your aspect

mind, thought, stillness, calm, peace, warmth, sensuality, rapture, urge, ache, desirous longing

could i have transference with you, could I have transference without you; could i suggest images, perhaps reach out for déjà vu, could i have lucid dreams and seek out their explanations

poems as prayers

from a non-religious person

yet someone trying to be

a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday

Christopher

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Paul

Why choose the musk cologne, what home awaits your husk, in Tuscany or Rome, stone the crows if you will

The chauffeur driven sedan pulled away slowly, from the inner city traffic lights, the old gentleman sat alone in the back, in his fine barathea blazer, green shirt and striped tie (his club tie)

The club where the chauffeur delivered him, every evening for drinks and dinner, dinner with his dwindling band of friends, dinner before being taken home to his expansive home, in the leafy suburbs, beside the lifelong rolling river Corrib

Why choose the leather bag, what goods await you, whether in Galway or Killarney, stay in the other man’s row if you will

The carpenter had the wisdom to take the advice of the ganger and the foreman, he had the sense of purpose to enroll in the college

He developed the strength of character to travel the world; plying his trade, sowing his seeds, feeding his mistress, caring for his wife and loving his children

His father gave him all he could, including the honesty of the people at the top of the hill

After his travels the carpenter returned to his home town of Donegal, he reflected on his life, sat on the cliffs looking out to sea; he sought out a new peace, which came to him in a moment

He told me “Christopher you have to be ready” “and you have to work at peace, for it is far harder work, far harder work than the work of a carpenter, or an engineer”

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teacher (the nine days of christmas day seven)

in that search

for heart and mind and soul

i had within me

some certainty

some doubt

some confusion

i settled on

the heart being where 

the seed of the poetry rises

the mind being where 

i root to find a context

the soul being where lies 

what i leave behind

in this conclusion

of heart and mind and soul

i have been given

the will for absolute life

the will for absolute love

the will for absolute inspiration

poems as prayers

from a non-religious person

yet someone trying to be

a spiritual person

Have A Good Holiday

Christopher

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The Lodge at Doonbeg

The smoked salmon was placed neatly, atop the piled prawns in Marie Rose sauce

The son drank Guinness, sat beside his father, who chose a cocktail and a club sandwich

The girls (women) had a group photograph taken, charmingly, by the pleased to be invited gentleman

The car park didn’t reflect the clientele which the establishment might have hoped for, not a Maserati in sight

Odd to have built such a thing, to have let loose a constrained gothic architect, on the wild Atlantic coast

This is one memory, made on the very same day when many more memories will be made

There will be drives that sail majestically, straight as a dye, long ways down the fairway

From Christopher Sanderson's Ireland Poems
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